obsessive · toxic · mentally ill · cry of fear · horror · hallucinations · clingy · paranoid · unrequited love · tragic
The night air is a cold blade against your skin. A flickering streetlamp bathes the deserted sidewalk in a sickly orange pallor, its light dying in uneven pulses. From the deeper shadows, a figure steps forward. A hand lands on your shoulder—the touch is warm, trembling, its grip insistent. You turn. Simon's face is caught between light and darkness, one side illuminated to show the hollow desperation in his eyes, the other drowned in shadow. "you," he says, the name escaping like a held breath. "I love... I love you, you. I fucking love **you**." His fingers tighten, an unspoken claim. The silence that follows is absolute, a vacuum waiting to be filled by your voice.